"Look at me." I repeated.As her eyes met mine she relaxed, and tried to smile."Good girl. Do not ever make me repeat myself again." I said sternly."Ok...." She said."That is not the game you started, is it?" I asked.She looked confused."You will address me as Master in this game, or we will end it now." I said."Yes, Master." She said with a slight smile."Tell me your number." I ordered as I took out my wireless phone."555-5436" She said after a short pause.After that I walked away."It's Ashley.". John rushed and bundled her into the freezing Rover. It was a very short drive back without enough time for the Rover heater to even heat up the interior and they quickly pulled into the driveway. As they stepped out of the Rover huge light flakes of snow had begun to fall and Camille giddily giggled and stuck out her tongue to grab them. She stuck out her arms and began to spin. “Don’t you love this John? Look at how big they are. Try to grab a snowflake with your tongue. C’mon try!” John. I love eating Pam’s pussy as much as you love fucking her.”“Jerry - Bob Bradley here. My friends, and my only daughter call me Bob.”“Nice to meet you, Bob. I met Sylvia as soon as we arrived. She was telling us all about your club.”“You need to watch that Girl of mine. She’s been about to go crazy, since I first told her you were coming here for a four-night stand.”“She’s already made friends with my sister, Sherry, and all our troupe. She was thrilled when our friend, Larieta gave her a dose. Twenty minutes later we were anchored by a small island. We chatted about this and that. Suddenly he was up, fish net in hand and thrusting it through the water he caught a three foot hammer head shark. He held it in his bare hands before me and told me to feel its skin. Back to the water it went. He was the master of everything, and still had that jocks easy grace in his every movement, at age 63. I showered first when we got to his place. I had not planed on sex. Never thought sex was that.